Wiseman had been sitting inside the castle that was within Nightmare. He was on his throne, per usual, and plotting out his next plan to plunge Nightopia into darkness. Wiseman seemed to sit on his throne for hours, trying to think up a plan, and coming up with nothing. So out of his complete and utter boredom, he decided to create a nightmaren, besides, you can never have enough henchman running around.

He used his power as he thought up a plan, creating what it looked like to be a level three nightmaren, a very basic one at first. But as his thoughts changed, and he started to come up with an idea, the nightmaren he was creating started to change, going from basic to more complex, eventually climbing the power scale from level two, then eventually to one. "That's it!" he exclaimed as the new nightmaren was born.

This level one nightmaren, like all other nightmarens, was genderless, but from the looks of it, it was safe to assume that the nightmaren was a girl. She had a long hat, much like the other level one nightmaren, with two hood pieces and stripes along down each hood, the stripes slowly faded from orange to purple, a yellow bell at the end of each hood piece. Like her hood, color scheme was purple and orange with hints of yellow. She had a black Elizabethan ruffle collar on her neck, and four smaller ones on her wrists and upper legs. She wore white gloves and had a white spandex-type suit underneath. Bells also seemed to be on other parts of her costume, a giant one was placed on her chest, while two smaller ones were at the end of her elf-like boots. Around the ruffle collars she wore, black, curly, strings draped over her body. They seemed to represent pumpkin vines.

Wiseman cracked a smile at his creation, for she would be perfect for his idea. The newly born girl looked up at wiseman with her blood red eyes, awaiting her orders, almost like a machine. Wiseman spoke, giving her a name while telling her about the plan in the process, "Spice. You must venture to the world of humans and disguise yourself as one of them. Steal their ideya from under their noses, but do not become noticed. That is your mission, you will be dispatched within the next few nights. Understood?" His voice, as always, seemed bitter and cold.

Spice simply nodded, already knowing that there was no reason to argue with Wiseman. "Understood." She felt around in her pocket and found her persona mask. She put it one once Wiseman had given her a look that seemed as if she were to do so. The persona mask had a vine-like pattern, with a small orange pumpkin shaped jewel in the middle.

Afterwards she bowed, leaving the Wiseman and to explore the new surroundings. Well, for her they were new. She ended up meeting a few Nightmaren as she did so, since most were under level two that she came across, they treated her with instant respect. But she did meet one who wasn't exactly a level three, or even a level two.

In fact, he was level one. Reala had noticed the new nightmaren, and wasn't exactly aware that Wiseman had decided to create another level one. He couldn't help but frown, not only did Wiseman keep this from him, but it was almost as if he was trying to replace him! Or well, perhaps nights, but in Reala's mind, it was mostly him. He flew over to her quickly, causing her to take a step back. "You!" He pointed at her, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Exploring." replied spice, giving him a questioning look. He was the first nightmaren she had seen that had similarities to her, which made her even more curious and even a bit delighted. Reala rolled his eyes, "I know that. I meant, what do you think you're doing going around like THAT!"

"Um...Like what?" She tried not to crack a smile, what was this guy's problem? The whole situation seemed a bit silly to her. He responded, almost offended that she didn't even realize it. "You don't even have lipstick on! How do you expect any nightmaren to respect you if you aren't even fashionable?"

"Fashionable?" More confusion from Spice, Reala had only continued to pique her interest. He nodded and pulled out a small makeup kit, filled with black makeup and the occasionally pink nail polish. "Just hold still." He grunted, pulling out some lipstick and putting some on her lips, he then did her eyelashes, making them fuller, and added a circle with eyeliner and each end of her lips.

"There much better!" He smiled, showing his fangs. He then handed her a small makeup mirror, so she could see his masterpiece. She glanced at herself and took a moment to just kinda look at herself. She grinned, she seemed to enjoy his work, but she was more distracted by her eyes. "Wow its so pretty!"

"I know." Reala replied, being pretty smug when it came to his makeup capabilities. "No need to thank me uh…" He gave her a look, giving her a moment to catch his hint that he didn't know her name.

"Spice." She answered.

"Spice." He repeated, "I'm Reala, and before you say it, I know that you're honored to meet me. Even though your lifespan so far has been short, it's still an honor right? Right." That made Spice laugh a little, Reala was just a tad bit full of himself, and for some reason she found that almost charming. "Any advice for a newcomer like me, Reala?"

"Keep other nightmaren's alive and follow Wiseman's orders. Oh, and re-apply every thirty minutes." He handed her a spare makeup kit. She took it, sliding it into her pocket, "Thanks." He simply nodded and went along his duties, while Spice continued to explore within the castle, until she became bored and just went to her designated room. She sat in a chair, thinking about all the nightmaren's she met today, even if some were a bit weird. She also thought about Wiseman, and how she was going to some world in about a week to steal some humans ideya so that Wiseman could rule and force the world into darkness.

Although she was born today, she knew her purpose was to do Wiseman's bidding, and she knew she was going to change things. For the better, or for the worst.